There But For the Grace of God Go I I get out of my car in the supermarket parking lot at the same time a car slowly cruises by. The woman driver stops and asks if I can help her out. She’s trying to get to the nearby gas station…
I’ve always believed the writing, the publishing of books, the selling of books, might simply be a tool in God’s arsenal.
Thank you God for the reminder that when one opportunity passes us by it’s because you have something better in store for us.
I believe God created a path for each of us and it’s up to us to find and follow it. Daily I pray that I will find mine and you will find yours.
I think how fortunate I and most of the people I know are that they got out of bed this morning. We grumble about working but what if we couldn’t work? We whine when the alarm goes off and we have to get out of bed, but what if we couldn’t get out of bed?
I don’t know why I can’t get into the habit of asking for God’s help first instead of screwing it up on my own and then asking Him to help me fix it.
We all cry tears that are the same color
No matter what shade our skin
No matter whose blood is shed
It’s always red
I will always believe Maxine had it right. This, it seems to me, is the key to contentment: Living the life God intended for you.
In less than six hours God has provided an answer to all of my questions. He’s helped me clarify my goals. Helped me lay out a plan.
He’s young, dynamic, dressed in a tee shirt and jeans, relating 1 Samuel, 3 into something that might be useful in today’s world.